Ye Feng didn't expect Xiao Changqing to kneel down to him in public, and he was about to help him up immediately.
But Xiao Xuan stopped him, "Little benefactor, you can afford this benediction, if it's not for the inconvenience of the old man, I should kneel down for you."
After hearing what he said, Ye Feng had no choice but to accept Xiao Changqing's worship.
"Little benefactor, you said just now that you want to talk to me about business? If you have anything to do, just tell me, and I will definitely do it." Xiao Changqing no longer had the haughty expression on his face, and asked respectfully.
Ye Feng immediately told him about his plan to do it in the Gambling King Contest, "I hope the Xiao family can help me when the time comes, at least not to ruin my business."
After Xiao Changqing finished listening, he hesitated.
This matter is indeed a bit difficult to handle.
As the organizer of the competition, the Xiao family has the responsibility to protect the safety of every contestant.
If during the competition, someone made a grandiose move, but the Xiao family did not take any action, they would definitely be criticized.
Just as he was hesitating, Xiao Xuan on the side immediately said suddenly, "I thought it was something, it's just such a small matter, benefactor doesn't need to discuss it with us. You can do it freely, and anyone who dares to stop you will be with you." Our Xiao family did the right thing."
When Xiao Changqing heard what his father said, he nodded and agreed, "That's right, since this **** is Engong's enemy, he is also my Xiao family's enemy. When necessary, our Xiao family can also help."
Ye Feng got the promise from the Xiao family, so he nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, with the promise from you two, I can let go. Then I will leave first."
Xiao Xuan was a little bit reluctant, "Little benefactor, are you leaving now?"
Ye Feng smiled at him, "The old man has a good rest, and if you feel unwell, please call me."
Afterwards, he left him a phone number, and took Cheng Fei'er away in a hurry.
Looking at his back, Xiao Xuan couldn't help shaking his head with emotion, "At such an age, with such heaven-defying medical skills, the future is boundless."
Xu Kaiwen immediately nodded in agreement. Yesterday he observed Ye Feng's treatment process on the spot, which also greatly improved his medical skills, and he admired Ye Feng extremely in his heart.
He is also honored to hear his idol being praised.
Xiao Changqing looked at those subordinates who were rolling all over the ground, and couldn't help showing a wry smile, "Not only good medical skills, but also martial arts, such a person is destined to become a legend."
Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er returned to the car and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, the two major families in the gambling city are settled, so it will be much easier to capture the gambling king A Can.
"After clearing the two biggest obstacles, I can finally take a break now. I plan to go to the mall first to buy some jeans. Skirts limit my strength."
Cheng Fei'er was obviously still brooding about being slighted just now.
It was agreed to fight four, but only two were dealt with in the end, which made her very embarrassing in front of Ye Feng.
Ye Feng held back his smile, "Don't make any excuses, strength doesn't depend on what you wear. If you are strong enough, you can win even with bare buttocks."
"What did you say?" Cheng Fei'er's eyes widened suddenly, as if desperately trying to do it.
"That... Although the Hong family and the Xiao family have promised not to interfere in this matter, it does not mean that other people will not meddle in other people's business, so we should strengthen our own strength." Ye Feng immediately changed the subject.
Cheng Feier was indeed distracted, "Then what should we do now?"
Ye Feng's mouth curled into a smile, "Didn't I say it before, I want to buy Jintang Security Group."
Cheng Fei'er suddenly became dull, "Are you serious? I thought you were joking."
Ye Feng rolled his eyes, "Who is joking with you? Do you understand the joke?"
After speaking, he started the car directly.
Cheng Fei'er was speechless for a moment, why does it always feel like this guy thinks it out as soon as he thinks it out? Why did you suddenly want to buy Jintang Security?
Besides, does he have that much money?
"Treasure hunting navigation detected, please turn left along the current road for 200 meters..."
Just as Ye Feng followed the navigation prompts and was heading towards Jintang Security, a system prompt suddenly sounded in his ears.
He froze for a moment, thinking he had heard wrong.
I just triggered a chance navigation yesterday, and today I triggered a treasure hunt navigation again
What is going on in this system?
Although he was puzzled, he temporarily changed his driving route.
"Huh? Aren't you going to Jintang for security?" Cheng Fei'er was puzzled when he saw that he suddenly changed his route.
"Do you believe in the call of fate?" Ye Feng asked an inexplicable question while driving.
"What call of fate? Why are you so nervous?" Cheng Fei'er frowned when he heard his nonsense.
"I always feel that somewhere, there seems to be a voice calling me, so I have to follow its call..." Ye Feng continued to talk in a spirited manner.
"Nervous." Cheng Fei'er heard a little creepy, and hurriedly looked out of the window, too lazy to pay attention to him.
But what happened next completely overturned her cognition.
After driving for about ten minutes, the car drove directly into an antique market.
This antique market is not that big, at least it can't compare with the grand occasion of Yangcheng, but there are also many tourists wandering on the street.
Ye Feng threw the car to the side of the road, continued to follow the system prompts, and soon came to a crowded crowd.
I don't know what's going on inside, and I was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.
Ye Feng dragged Cheng Fei'er into the crowd roughly, which immediately attracted many people's abuse, but he turned a deaf ear to it.
When he squeezed into the front row, his eyes were immediately attracted by an object on the table.
Kowloon Cup?